The Art Of Suicide

	  		
Intro: C  Am  C  Am  F  G 

Verso:
 
C      Am     C 
   The art of suicide 
   Am             F 
   Nightgowns and hair 
                G 
   Curls flying every which where 
C      Am       C 
   The pain too pure to hide 
   Am         F 
   Bridges of Sighs 
               G 
   Meant to conceal lover's lies 

   F         Am 
   Under the arches 
      F             Am 
   Of moonlight and sky 
   F        Am 
   Suddenly easy 
      F           Am 
   To contemplate why 
   Am Em 
   Why... 

 
              F Am 
   Why live a life 
                       F 
   That's painted with pity 
                   C 
   And sadness and strife 
               F Am 
   Why dream a dream 
                       F 
   That's tainted with trouble 
                    C 
   And less than it seems 
              F Am 
   Why bother bothering 
              F 
   Just for a poem 
                  C 
   Or another sad song to sing 
              Am 
   Why live a life 
              G 
   Why live a life 


Verso 2:
 
The art of suicide 
Pretty and clean 
Conveys a theatrical scene 
"Alas, I'm gone!" she cried 
Ankles displayed 
Melodramatically laid 

Under the arches 
Of moonlight and sky 
Suddenly easy 
To contemplate why 
Why... 


Why live a life 
That's painted with pity 
And sadness and strife 
Why dream a dream 
That's tainted with trouble 
And less than it seems 
Why bother bothering 
Just for a poem 
Or another sad song to sing 
Why live a life 
Why live a life
 

           F               Am 
   Life is not like Gloomy Sunday 
                 F 
   With a second ending 
            Am         C 
   When the people are disturbed 
             F 
   Well they should be disturbed 
   Am                F 
   Because there's a story 
        Am          C 
   That ought to be heard 
           F               Am 
   Life is not like Gloomy Sunday 
                 F 
   With a second ending 
            Am         C 
   When the people are disturbed 
             F 
   Well they should be disturbed 
   Am                F 
   Because there's a lesson 
               Am          C 
   That really ought to be learned 

F                       Am 
   The world is full of poets 
            C 
   We don't need any more 
F                       Am 
   The world is full of singers 
            C 
   We don't need any more 
F                       Am 
   The world is full of lovers 
            C 
   We don't need any more... 

( F  Am  C )  (2x)